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Time Travel


 

Time is suspended

A child is traveling through the canal of life

 

A few seconds--

A minute--a baby flies through eagerly awaiting to be alive

 

Some take minutes to hours to be born

their new future   

Some cling to the warmth of the womb

delaying birth

 

The baby was perfect in the womb

yet

when traveling through the passage of life--

not enough of sweet air in the lungs

not enough needed air up to the brain

now

their destiny is changed.  

 

Some, many times come out to the right

to the left

to the downside

to the upside

Each and every one is different and extraordinary on earth.

 

Be ready mothers!

This hour, this minute, this second, this moment, right now!

It is unknown when that moment arrives

And, a child comes traveling through the canal of life onto the earth.

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isho
<p>This poem really express everyone in the world.&nbsp;</p>

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